After a busy day and a little tired, Damaru went home for a long time and had dinner with his mother and grandfather, and then he slowly returned to his rented apartment.

Daimaru was about to push the door and enter the house. From the corner of his eyes, he looked at the sky outside. It was not long and there were still many pedestrians coming and going on the road.

"At this time, Miss Sha Ye shouldn't have fallen asleep yet!"

Damaru, who was thinking about this, walked to the door next door, hesitated for a moment, and still knocked on the door.

I was thinking about how to say hello to Miss Sha Ye who had not met for a while, but I didn't expect that no one in the house would open the door.

"Not here? Are you going home or going out to do a task?"

After waiting for a while, Damaru, who was still not moving, gave up his plan to pay back the money tonight and turned around and walked back into his house.

In the bedroom where Damaru's eyes were out of sight, Miss Shaye curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"I'm ashamed to knock on the young woman's door at night!"

Miss Sha Ye is a polite lady. It is too rude to see people with a plain face.

During this period, except for her sister Shana from time to time, no one visited Miss Sha Ye. After returning from the task, she thought about doing what she liked easily.

After taking off makeup and washing, I lazily used high-end materials I had just obtained, making weird dolls with gorgeous clothes but not very good-looking faces.

"The substitute doll that was clearly pinching according to my own face is quite successful, why can't the others?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I still had no answer. Miss Sha Ye could only blame herself for being too careless about observing others' appearance.

Apart from a few people, I have never seen those unworthy guys.

Generally speaking, it is enough to distinguish between different appearance characteristics from others. Too many details did not enter Miss Sha Ye's mind at all.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Sha Ye made a doll that looked like Sana, and the face of the doll that was pinched was still very awkward. Then Damaru, as he looked in his heart, he succeeded in a short while.

"It's really ugly. I don't know if my skills are too poor or if you are so ugly!"

Miss Sha Ye, who was dissatisfied, spat lightly, grabbed the doll and threw it into the trash can not far away.

...

The situation has been developing relatively smoothly recently, and the communication with Konoha is not surprising. With Gaara's help from time to time, Daimaru is not worried much. With Yeme and Chien taking a lot of pressure on the training of the air team, Daimaru can also be much easier.

Without the pressure in front of him, Damaru exercised his muscles for a while, took a comfortable shower, and lay on the bench in front of the window bathing in the moonlight.

Thinking back to the series of things that happened after returning from Konoha Village, except for almost dying when he was ambushed by Huangtu, and being shocked by encountering Orochimaru, everything else was spent without any danger with Daimaru's efforts.

Next, when the air team begins to gain combat power, they will definitely find an opponent to try their strength. As for the target, it must be Iwa Ninja.

Other things, Daimaru can be put down a little, especially Gaara, who seems to be treated like Tianjuan, and can always find an opportunity to show her face in front of the villagers and give her a good impression.

"Perhaps because he really has the kindness in his heart to protect the village and do something for everyone, so he can discover the difficulties of those who need help!"

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. It is already the limit to people like Daimaru who can give them a good look when they meet strangers they have never known each other.

Being a good person also requires talent. Daimaru just wants to try not to cause trouble for others, so thank God.

As soon as he thought of this, Damaru, who couldn't help but smile, took out the portrait given to him by Yama Ma, and looked at himself on the hazy canvas with the brilliance of the moon.

"I was like this half a year ago!"

His strong and calm face did not hide the slightest panic in his eyes. Yakuma's painting skills were indeed quite superb, and he accurately drew Daimaru's expression at that time.

After thinking about it for several months, Damaru still couldn't figure out the secret. If Yakuma Yakumo hadn't happened to come to the Sand Village, he would have wanted to give up.

"Adventure" is left to those who are destined to be, and cannot be forced.

Perhaps the mystery here is very simple. You can find the secret with just one key prompt, but Damaru really can't think of it.

Analyzing the personality traits of some people, Daimaru can find some clues, but it is better to guess what the hell is the little girl in adolescence trying to write. Daimaru knows that she is not the material.

"Discover the beauty in it? Apart from being as handsome as my face, what else is there to be so beautiful..."

Damaru smiled and gently flicked his face bathed in the warm sunshine on the canvas, making a trembling sound of paper.

Damaru, who gently covered the canvas on his chest and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, did not see it. He pressed the canvas on his palm and rested on his body, bathed in the mental fluctuations that Damaru unconsciously emitted. The eyes of the characters in the painting shone glimmer under the moonlight.

At the same time, in an ordinary two-story building, a desk lamp was lit, and his chin was supported with both hands. He stared at Qian, who had been spread out on the table for a long time, and couldn't help but doze.

In a daze, the girl who seemed to notice something suddenly opened her eyes and was stunned by everything in front of her.

In a studio with sunset slanting sunset, a girl who was a little weak and coughing from time to time was quietly painting, and many scrapped manuscripts had been thrown off the ground.

Such a peaceful atmosphere should have been very warm, but what is scary is that the model leaning against the windowsill and pressing her eyes and smiling at the corner of her mouth is entangled by purple-black snake-shaped monsters.

"Kanma Yagum and Daimaru?"

Qian Jing looked at the terrifying scene with such obvious contrast and couldn't help but ask for a voice.

However, Yama Yakuma, who was creating and the model Damaru who was smiling slightly, was completely unaware of the appearance of Chi.

He couldn't recognize Qian who was approaching, wondering if he wanted to remind Damaru about the danger. At this moment, the purple-black snake shadows suddenly showed their evil heads, spitting out snake letters in the direction of Qian. Qian was shocked and quickly retreated, but was surprised to find that a hissing sound came from his body. He looked down and found that he was also entangled by a similar snake shadow-like monster.

"ah……"

The girl who screamed so scared that she couldn't help but wake up, desk, desk lamp, canvas, and herself who was dozing off.

Also, that terrifying snake-shaped monster.
Chapter completed!